Myself to  i

 


Rising to repeat the self contended

The stranger doesnt believe hes strange

Sideways the thought - momentums curse

Butterflies tickle inside proud blue sky

Oftens backwards cousin now has no chance

The sprirts smell cocks the trigger

Demons fly - bastards crawl - winners sorrow

North south my fingerprints the same, - time labors ache changes the distance but not the folly

Seamans stare at their egos, fatherless until...

Imbittered i am, says she into the wind that cant hear the voices of silence

Shame on - my " i "

peace to you my friend your onto the into of inside the right to question exactly

2 by 2 about 18 high should do it, leave the window open its cold outside.